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life 1 min read 651 views Aug 27, 2016

When the bees die...

When the bees go extinct, Due to the chemicals in our vegetables and meat, Our present way of life will cease, Consumption and production comprende? Will no longer be America's modus operandi, -ism's of race, class, and sex, Will be replaced with anybody's guess, With essentials and resources limited to few, Will the meek or the rich rule? What would you do for a gallon of water? To quench the thirst of your dying daughter, Stand in a bread line for days and only receive one!  Go hungry and to give it all to your son? The food and water we take for granted today, May one day soon be taken away.

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jlmoore2

The problem is real and we are fast approaching this outcome. Very graphic picture to a real problem. Nice poem.

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